save me from the squirty fish that’s lodged inside my head he blocked the vaccuum cleaner when I cleaned under the bed and when I looked inside the hose he jumped out to my surprise then made his way right up my nose and lodged behind my eyes so now I have this squirty fish a sucking on my brain I doubt that I’ll be hoovering under the bed again.
moss covered monkey underneath the tree he thinks I can’t see him I think he can’t see me but as I watch his face all green smiling left and right it’s obvious he knows I’m there just waiting out of sight so we pretend that we’ve not seen each other in the woods and go our ways a satisfied we could have if we could.
the mad hatter caterpillar
has a dozen heads
so many that it puzzles him
just what to scratch instead
if fact he’s also mortified
as when he wears a scarf
all the grown up butterflies
just laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh…
I watched two fish a kissin’ a kissin’ in the sea and making lots of bubbles until they noticed me then they stopped a kissin’ and looked at me wide eyed ’twas right then I realised I never should have spied upon two fishes kissin’ ’tis rather impolite so in future I’ll remember to try to do what’s right and not watch fishes kissin’ but something else instead perhaps some cuddlin’ octopi gettin’ down on the seabed
Beethoven in a cardboard box of honeyed puffs of wheat I put him in my mouth to see if he was just as sweet but truth be told Tchaikovsky’s flakes, (though comparison is moot) had more bite than Mozart’s Cosi Fan Fruity loops.
I remember an old mirror sporting Henry Winkler’s face the legend read “da Fonz is cool” for years it’s been misplaced I wonder what it’s doing now that Henry Winkler’s old perhaps it’s in an attic still young and cool and bold. As a mirror it really had no use this painted looking glass which is likely my hair was such a mess in that dim and distant past but like the Fonz, that part of me is lost and far away a turned up denim memory of some old Happy Days.
I thought I’d write a poem today and fill it up with words some of them familiar and some you never heard like squaddlecack and tattleknock and even thumblelethread don’t worry if they’re new to you they just popped in my head and you may ask what does it mean as you read it close to tears just think of me and spare a thought I wrote it out my dears
this mind of mine can’t fathom all which happens every day but that it can it tries with rhymes to have something to say, sometimes it’s very difficult or even somewhat worse but every now and then I see I made a little verse.